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At the end of the Yin hour, when the night is at its darkest.

Wu Feng sat cross-legged on the hard bed. The oil lamp had long been extinguished, and the room was pitch black, with only a sparse starlight shining through the window.

He closed his eyes, focusing all his attention on his dantian.

The operation of "Harmony with the World" has become as instinctive as breathing.

That ethereal, jade-like vortex circulated endlessly through the meridians. With each cycle, it seemed to expand its own existence outward a little, blending more deeply and quietly with the darkness inside the room, the night wind outside the window, and the faint chirping of insects in the distance.

Suddenly, the speed of the cyclone increased slightly.

It wasn't something deliberately forced, but rather a natural breakthrough, like water overflowing from a full container.

A refreshing and clear sense of enlightenment, as if washing away all the dust from my body, rose from my dantian, instantly flowing through my limbs and bones, and finally reaching the top of my head.

My spirits lifted, and I became more and more aware of the subtle sounds and the flow of air around me.

The total amount of true qi in the body suddenly increased, and its quality became more refined and transparent. There was almost no hindrance when circulating it, and it was smooth and perfect.

[System Notification: Congratulations! Your "Harmony with the World" technique has broken through to the Great Completion stage! Inner Strength +150, Constitution +80, True Qi Limit +3000, True Qi Recovery Speed ​​+150%, Perception and affinity with the primordial energy of heaven and earth greatly improved, and the ability to restrain one's aura and harmonize different types of True Qi significantly enhanced. Next stage: Perfection, requires 300000 proficiency points.]

At the edge of my field of vision, in the skill bar, the number after "Harmony with the World" quietly changed, jumping from "Minor Success" to "Major Success," and the proficiency required for the next stage became a staggering 300,000.

Wu Feng slowly exhaled, his breath long and deep, condensing into a barely perceptible white mist in the cool air.

He opened his eyes, his gaze gentle in the darkness, without any sharp glint, but rather a calmness that blended with the night.

"I've leveled up again," he thought to himself, glancing at the 300,000 skill point requirement before shaking his head.

There's not much to say, just keep practicing.

He closed his eyes again, focused his mind, and guided the much stronger and more solidified Harmony Radiance True Qi to circulate it throughout his body once more.

Proficiency points are still gained at a rate of 336 each time, which is stable but slow.

Cultivating top-tier internal skills is a slow process, and every bit of progress is a solid foundation.

Time slipped away silently, little by little, through the process of working.

The sky outside the window changed from dark black to deep blue, and then gradually turned grayish-white.

The outlines of the distant mountains gradually became clear in the morning light.

"Clang... clang... clang..."

The morning bell at dawn, piercing through the last thin mist of day, drifts on and on, its lingering sound echoing among the mountains.

As the sound of the bell reached his ears, Wu Feng promptly finished his work.

The vortex of jade-like energy within his dantian slowly calmed down, but it became even more solid and substantial than the night before.

He glanced at his skill bar. At the Great Completion stage, he had accumulated nearly 80,000 proficiency points overnight. He was still far from perfection, but the path was right in front of him, and he would just have to take it one step at a time.

She nimbly rolled out of bed, splashed her face with cold water, and the icy stimulation dispelled the last trace of discomfort from sitting cross-legged.

He put on a blue Taoist robe, smoothed out his clothes, and pushed open the door to go out.

The morning air in the mountains is crisp and clear, carrying the unique bitter scent of dew and pine needles.

The bluestone path was wet.

On the training ground, most of the disciples had arrived, standing loosely without talking to each other.

Wu Feng walked to the end of the line and waited quietly.

A short while later, a steady but slightly slow set of footsteps approached.

Yu Daiyan, dressed in a dark blue Taoist robe, with a lean face and gentle, calm eyes, slowly walked to the front of the crowd.

"Greetings, Third Martial Uncle." The disciples bowed in unison.

Wu Feng followed suit, clasping his hands in greeting.

Yu Daiyan nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping across the room, without lingering on anyone for long.

"Today, I will continue teaching the Mysterious Void Sword Technique." He said calmly, and then walked straight to the weapon rack and took down an ordinary single-edged sword.

He gripped the knife and assumed a stance. The movement appeared slow and gentle, but in the blink of an eye, the aura shifted dramatically.

The sword technique follows a light, agile, and unpredictable path, employing feints and deceptions.

The trajectory of the blade is unpredictable, sometimes swift as a snake spitting its tongue to strike a single point, sometimes drifting and swirling like willow catkins in the wind, a dazzling display of feints and real attacks.

Wu Feng watched quietly.

His "Mysterious Knife Technique" was already perfected. Watching Yu Daiyan practice it now was more about reviewing the old and learning the new, appreciating the rhythm of the transition between reality and illusion and the artistic conception of deceiving the enemy.

After the demonstration, Yu Daiyan sheathed his sword and stood still, his breathing steady.

"Practice on your own. Pay attention to the coordination of wrist strength and footwork. The key to switching between feints and real attacks lies in the mind, rather than simply changing the moves."

"Yes, Third Uncle!" The disciples responded and dispersed, each finding an open space and picking up their wooden swords to begin imitating.

Wu Feng walked to his usual corner, took out a wooden sword, and slowly raised it.

The first move is a diagonal slash with the blade. The trajectory seems to attack the left, but the power is actually contained in the wrist and can be changed at any time.

The movements are not fast, but the trajectory is stable and the force is pure.

His mastery of the Great Perfection realm had given him a profound understanding of this sword technique. His performance, though seemingly just following the crowd, actually reproduced the essence of the technique with every strike. The transitions between reality and illusion were seamless and natural, devoid of any artificiality.

Not far away, Yu Daiyan, who was slowly inspecting the field, inadvertently glanced at the corner where Wu Feng was.

With that glance, a faint hint of surprise flashed in the depths of his gentle and calm eyes, and his brows twitched almost imperceptibly.

This disciple... has he mastered the Mysterious Void Blade Technique to this level?

The realism of the feints, the ferocity of the real moves, and the smooth, skillful transitions clearly demonstrated the level of mastery required to reach a state of perfection.

What's even more remarkable is that, despite having mastered the swordsmanship to such a high level, he still mingled among the disciples, meticulously repeating the basic exercises with a focused expression, without the slightest intention of showing off.

"His talent is truly terrifying," Yu Daiyan thought to himself. "This maturity and composure are rare among the other disciples."

Wu Feng's practice at this moment has already reached a state of perfection, and it is more like a process of consolidation and enlightenment.

It would be superfluous for me to step forward and offer further guidance.

Yu Daiyan stopped looking and turned to another disciple whose sword strokes were distorted due to excessive force, and corrected the angle of his wrist.

As for Wu Feng, let him practice on his own; there's nothing more to teach him.

The morning class ended with the monotonous yet dedicated sound of blades cutting through the air.

"That's all for today. Consolidate your knowledge on your own." Yu Daiyan announced the end of get out of class.

"Thank you for your guidance, Third Martial Uncle!" the disciples bowed.

Wu Feng put down his wooden sword, bowed with the others, and watched Yu Daiyan's figure in his dark blue Taoist robe leave steadily before turning around and joining the flow of people heading to the dining hall.

Breakfast was still plain porridge, steamed buns, and pickled vegetables.

After finishing his meal and satisfying his hunger, Wu Feng got up and left, heading straight for the bamboo forest behind the mountain.

The open space was quiet, and the morning light was just right.

He walked to the center and took the iron-slaying sword from behind his back.

"Tai Chi sword..." he murmured to himself, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

In the skill bar, there's 【Tai Chi Sword (Perfect 50448/200000)】. It needs another 15 proficiency points to reach the highest level.

He was close to achieving perfection, so he practiced even more diligently.

The Iron-Slaying Sword was slowly raised, the starting stance smooth and gentle.

As the sword technique unfolds, the true energy of the "Harmony with the World" technique, which has reached a high level of mastery, flows naturally, blending seamlessly with this supremely gentle sword technique.

The sword moves at a steady pace, its trajectory circular and smooth, its power flowing gently like water, conveying a sense of yin and yang in harmony as it moves along the tip.

He was completely absorbed in the world of swordsmanship.

Every sword strike is a consolidation of the Perfected Realm, a step closer to the threshold of Great Perfection.

[Tai Chi Sword Proficiency +336]

His proficiency is steadily increasing. He looks forward to the results after reaching the Great Perfection.

The attribute bonuses from perfect completion are already quite considerable; those from the highest level of perfection will undoubtedly be even more astonishing.

Sweat gradually seeped out, and the lining of the Taoist robe became damp.

He seemed oblivious, repeating the same thing over and over again, monotonously yet resolutely.

From midday to late afternoon, and then to the evening glow that paints the bamboo tips red.

As the sun completely set and the evening bells were about to toll, Wu Feng completed his final circular movement, sheathed his sword, and exhaled a long breath.

I glanced at the skill bar: [Tai Chi Sword (Perfect 130108/200000)].

The proficiency level has increased to 130,000.

"If I practice for another full day tomorrow, I can reach the Great Perfection." Wu Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling satisfied.

The attributes of Perfection are already very powerful; I wonder how strong the attributes of Great Perfection will be.

With this expectation, he sheathed his iron-slaying sword, turned around, and walked towards the dining hall in the twilight.